Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Grandpa's Hair

The next day, Bao Sansan's yellow croaker cart arrived. Bao Sansan leaned on the seat of the car, with his foot resting on the handlebar of the yellow croaker, picking his teeth, inserting an earplug in his ear, and holding a semiconductor radio in his arms.Perhaps because he was moved by the news on the radio, Bao Sansan's expression was startled, his mouth was wide open, and a toothpick was blindly stuck in his mouth, not knowing where to go. Baorun didn't know why Bao Sansan came, so he went out to use the public toilet, but after ten minutes, when he walked home from the public toilet, he saw Bao Sansan's yellow croaker cart outside his house.He pulled out the toothpick from Bao Sansan's mouth and threw it on the ground, and he had to go to my door to pick his teeth?You are humorous, you put the yellow croaker at my door, how can I go home?

Bao Sansan angrily took off his earplugs, pushed the cart out of the way for Baorun, and said, who likes to come to your door?I'm here to wait for the goods, someone asked me to pull your grandpa's big bed. Baorun said, you are humorous, who asked you to pull my grandpa's big bed? Bao Sansan took out another toothpick from his pocket and waved it behind him, Mr. Deng, the owner of the antique shop.Do you know Boss Deng?The guy who used to pull briquettes from the corner briquette shop is now a millionaire, the one who got rich first as the news said! It's none of my business if he gets rich first?Baorun said, you are humorous, he is a millionaire so he can come to pull my grandpa's big bed?

Don't ask me, ask your parents!Bao San babbled in the room that they sold your grandpa's big bed to Boss Deng, and Boss Deng specialized in accepting old-fashioned mahogany big beds. I heard that your grandpa's bed sold for a lot of money. Grandpa's room had become a heap of fresh ruins, reeking of heat.The bulky mahogany carved bed collapsed on the ground, a pile of wooden skeletons in strange shapes, some piled on the ground, some leaning against the wall, thinking of some heavy thoughts.Sunlight poured in from the window facing the street, illuminating both father and mother.Borun saw them standing among the dust and trash, carrying a bedpost.His father's face was dripping with sweat, with a few patches of black ash on his forehead and cheeks. His movements were slow, and his expression was vaguely apologetic. I don't know whether he was apologizing to the bed or the relics left by his father on the bed.My mother was wearing a blue overalls from a chemical factory, her unkempt hair was covered with fuzzy dust rolls.There is always a kind of anger on her face, and now, this anger is directed at the food stamps, cloth stamps, sugar stamps, and many dimes that her grandfather has hidden for many years. Cleaned up and crumpled, they were displayed on the table one by one in the shape of criminal evidence.

When Baorun walked into the house, his father was suffering for his grandfather.The mother said angrily, look, see if your father is a man, others ransacked his house, robbed his gold and silver treasures, he dared not give a fart, and stole his own drawer as soon as he turned his face, no wonder the family There is never enough food to eat, no wonder this family is always so poor, it turned out that there was a house thief! My father squatted among the bedposts all over the floor, worrying about a red spot on his wrist, he said, okay, why did this big red spot appear all of a sudden?Itches so badly, isn't the ancestor protesting against us selling this bed?Mother came over to inspect Father's wrist, panicked at first, then put one leg on a chair and compared a red spot on her ankle with Father's wrist, and soon, the comparison came to fruition, her attitude was one of contempt up.What does this have to do with ancestors?What a fuss, this is a flea raised by an old lunatic, it is a flea bite, and I have it on my feet too.Mother went to find a box of cool oil, applied a layer of cool oil on her father, and applied some on her own ankles, then she carried a bedpost and walked outside, saying that Bao Sansan had been waiting outside the door for a long time, Don't you hurry up?After the move, I have to clean it for a long time. This room is unhygienic, full of bacteria from old lunatics.

Father always obeys mother.He directed Baorun to transport the ancestor's big beds to the door one by one.After all the behemoths are decomposed, they are so trivial and fragile.The wood where the ancestors lived has the smell of the ancestors, which is a little sour, a little bitter, and a little fishy.Lifting a bedpost with a faucet is like lifting a majestic and straight male ancestor, and lifting a piece of carved bed rail is like lifting a charming and demure female ancestor. The moisturized feel is sometimes heavy and hard, sometimes soft and comfortable.The ghosts of the ancestors crumbled and scattered from the cracks in the wood. Different ancestors have different minds. Some are tolerant to their descendants and embark on the migration road silently. Some are narrow-minded and never tolerate unworthy descendants. One bedpost is particularly aggressive , it not only hit the father's shoulder hard, but also bounced off the momentum and hit Bao Run on the top of the head.There are also some ghosts of ancestors with cold teeth, those teeth lurk among the engraved flowers, birds, fish and insects, waiting for an opportunity to severely punish unworthy descendants.Bao Run was pecked by a magpie on his thigh when he was moving a board for birds and beasts, that’s all. Later, he moved a board of flat peach outside the door by himself, and the flat peach secretly bit his ear .

The ancestors also bit Baorun.Baorun feels innocent.The ancestor's bite marks were cold, stinging at first, then numb, and gradually itchy.He stopped to scratch it, and complained to his parents while scratching, what the hell are you going to do?Grandpa said that his illness is about to recover, and he is going home. You sold his bed, where will he sleep when he comes back? Do you believe his words?Crazy like that, can it be better?Mother said, you didn't hear the doctor at Jingting Hospital say that your grandfather's illness is the only one in the world, and that your grandfather's illness must be cured unless you go back in time, and his home will be in Jingting Hospital in the future.

Bao Run asked his father's attitude with his eyes, and his father looked very embarrassed, and suddenly he slapped Bao Run, and a bright smile burst out from the corner of his mouth.Baorun said, what do you mean?Father said, Grandpa's bed sold for 500 yuan.Baorun thought about it, and said disdainfully, five hundred yuan is nothing. Boss Deng is a businessman, so he can sell it for at least one thousand yuan.My father seemed to agree with Baorun's statement, a little depressed, turned around, his eyes lit up again, raised up two fingers and shook, and said to Baorun that he sold the big bed to vacate the room, and there are two hundred yuan, which will be paid every month. There are two hundred yuan.Baorun asked in puzzlement, who?Who gives you two hundred yuan a month?Father said, Master Ma!Master Ma has gone to sea, he wants to rent the room of Grandpa, open a shop with a broken wall, and pay us 200 yuan a month for rent.Baorun's eyes widened, he was stunned for a long time, and suddenly became angry, are you crazy?Why don't you sell grandpa too, isn't he the only lunatic in the world, his brain is worth dissecting, it must be very valuable, maybe it can be sold for 10,000 yuan!

Baorun angered his mother.Mother said, who are you sarcastic about?Two hundred yuan is too little for you, and five hundred yuan is too little for you. How much money have you earned?Do you think we are doing somersaults in the eyes of money?What do we want money for, take it to the coffin?Isn't it all for you?Seeing Baorun's indifferent look, the mother became angry and poked her son's forehead with her finger. She has seen through you a long time ago, thank God if you don't commit crimes, what future will you have?If you have no future, you need some money. Money can buy you a good job and a good partner. Do you understand the hard work of being a parent?

Baorun understands the hard work of his parents.I understand, it doesn't mean agreeing, he lifted a bed board and refuted his mother while walking, you will know the future!In another twenty years, the earth will be destroyed. What's the use of the future?Promising but not promising, rich but not rich, they all end up together, they are all buried alive, and no one can escape! The last bed board was moved out, all the traces of the ancestors disappeared, and the grandfather's room became a new world in an instant.The sunlight summons the dust in the room. The dust is old and staggering. They gather very slowly. After countless chaotic arrangements, the dust barely forms a dirty rainbow, lazily slanting across the air. Grandpa The room looked magnificent and eerie.Bao Run noticed that the photo of his grandfather was still on the wall, and the frame had been covered with dust, and his grandfather was hiding in the dust and smiling.That was my grandfather's seventy-year-old smile, which contained magical changes.If you stand on the left side of the photo, you will find that the grandfather’s smile reveals some kind of evil and gloomy. If you stand on the right side of the photo, you will find that the smile is more pure and mischievous than that of a child. If you are facing the photo of the grandfather, That treacherous smile disappeared, and what you saw was the most ordinary grandfather, with a face as thin as a knife, a pair of sad and anxious eyes, a suspicious expression, and two lips biting the golden rules of his life, be careful.be careful.

On the wall below the photo of my grandfather, there is a patch of water stains that has spread to the corner, revealing an oval hole where the cabinet had previously hidden it.The hole emitted strange water-like shadows, and the water ripples spread and jumped on the ground, which was frightening.Baorun tried to cover the hole with his palm, and felt a sharp chill in his palm, which made him shiver.Is this hole hidden in the darkness the house snake's cave?Is the cave of this snake the dwelling place of the souls of the ancestors?Baorun looked up at the photo of his grandfather. At this moment, he had an insight into his grandfather's fear and anxiety. The hole was waiting for his grandfather at any time, and his grandfather was about to fall into it.Grandpa's soul had already fallen into this hole ahead of time.At this moment, he heard the wailing and crying of his grandfather, someone lost my soul, Baorun, quickly retrieve my soul!How to salvage his grandfather's soul, Baorun had no good solution. He squatted by the hole and looked inside for a long time. While his parents were talking to Bao Sansan outside the door, he quietly took out the nameless girl from his pocket. Photo.

The photo was warm and carried his body temperature. The girl's face was angry. Many days later, it was still the anger of unknown origin that touched his heart.He loves this tinge of anger, and at the same time, is wary of it.He pinched the photo, his face flushed.He didn't want to part with the girl's tiny face and even smaller lips. She had aroused his anger and enlightened his hazy love. He didn't want to part with her.But the grandfather said on the wall, it was she, she was the one who lost my soul, let her in, let her in.He heard it.He gritted his teeth, tore up the photo, and stuffed the scraps of the photo into the hole.In this way, a strange girl was handed over by him to even stranger ancestors.The world in the hole is deep and long, and he heard a girl's innocent youth passing through the darkness, she fell in the darkness, holding a light green parasol, colliding with the dense old ghosts of her ancestors along the way.The world in the hole faintly reverberated with mournful cries, she was falling, she was crying, and she finally made compensation for her grandfather.He felt a little relieved, and besides relieved, he also felt a little guilty.He grabbed some glass shards and wall mud, and completely blocked the hole.The passage of the ancestor ghost is blocked, the secret is blocked, and all the echoes from the dark depths are also blocked by him. It's been a busy and tiring afternoon.Baorun ran up to the attic in a daze, and sat on the bed in a daze.Bao Sansan's yellow croaker car had already left, and his parents were still busy downstairs.Later, some black flocs floated from downstairs to the attic.It was the gray velvet that his mother swept out from his grandfather's room. They fluttered around him like black butterflies. At first, he didn't pay attention to it until he felt a strong itching on his neck. When he scratched it with his hands, he caught a lock of curly hair.A lock of hair as long as his little finger, snow-white and limp, he recognized as his grandfather's hair, a lock of soulless white hair.Then he found another lock of hair, clutching his chest like a desperate hand.When I took it off, half of the lock of hair was white, and the other half was still black. The luster had faded, but it was still thick and dense.It was still his grandfather's hair, but he couldn't be sure, was it his grandfather's hair when he was sixty years old, or his fifty years old hair, or earlier, his grandfather's hair when he was forty years old?